The 30-some years of milking cows
Are drawing to an end
With many mixed emotions
Parting with these old friends.
The milk checks kept us going
They certainly paid the way
But with machinery wearing out
There’s breakdowns every day.
One learns a whole new vocabulary
When one milks cows twice a day
‘Cause when they kick you more than once
I swear you’ll make them pay.
No more feed bills for these critters
No more cleaning supplies to buy
A whole new lifestyle awaits us
This change won’t make me cry.
Wintertime brought frozen pipes
Ice and snow brought pain
Summertime, we fought the flies
With ankle-deep mud from all the rain.
If ever I get melancholy
I’ll think about the worst
Then I’ll check my finances
With very little in my purse.
Farming’s been a good life
But it will be a great relief
Not having to milk those doggone cows
Seven days a week!